Today I am thankful for evenings in bed.
For some reason the Roses are exhausted today, wishing it was the weekend. So we're climbing into bed at eight-o-clock and calling it a night. And it feels gooooooood.
*Snore*
For some reason the Roses are exhausted today, wishing it was the weekend. So we're climbing into bed at eight-o-clock and calling it a night. And it feels gooooooood.
*Snore*
